Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 5 Trapped
Song Heping had no time to declare his identity, because the militant who was pressed under the door panel had already started to fight back.

He struggled desperately and turned over suddenly, knocking Song Heping directly to the ground.

Song Heping didn't have time to think too much and pulled the trigger of the Beretta pistol in his hand repeatedly.

The advantages of the pistol are fully reflected at this time - short gun body, flexible pointing and fast speed.

Before the other party could point the gun at Song Heping, the Beretta pistol in the latter's hand spurted out tongues of flame.

The 9MM caliber Parabellum pistol bullet easily drilled several bullet holes into the chests of the militants and exploded several bloody flowers.

The bullet penetrated directly into the opponent's chest and hit a vital point. The opponent's heart was pierced and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The man fell directly on Song Heping, twitched feebly a few times, and soon he could only breathe out but not in.

The two rolled into a ball, and Song Heping could even feel the other's last breath.

He pushed the body away, and the militants' eyes widened, as if staring at Song Heping. The energy in those eyes was quickly draining away, like a balloon filled with water that was punctured and quickly drained away.

Song Heping felt himself shaking.

It wasn't the hands, it was the heart that was beating wildly.

Killing people doesn't feel good.

This kind of memory will be imprinted in the mind instantly, carving a human-shaped scar.

"Hey! Bro! Don't just sit there, come here!"

The bearded man not far away was waving to Song Heping.

The muzzle of the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand has been lowered. It is obvious that he has no hostility towards Song Heping. He has checked his eyes and knows that you are not an enemy.

Song Heping didn't have time to think too much.

Although I was unwilling to mix with these American soldiers, the situation was pressing and I had no choice but to sit in the same boat.

There is no way a person can escape from here alive.

He got up and was about to get closer, when he seemed to remember something again. He turned back and picked up the AKM assault rifle on the ground, and took away all the magazines.

He had resisted picking up the gun before because he never wanted to get involved.

Running around with an assault rifle obviously tells everyone that you are an enemy, and even warring parties will shoot you.

After finishing all this, he followed the bearded men and quickly moved to a nearby building.

The area of ​​​​this building is larger than those seen before, and it looks like a large family.

After a few people entered, Big Beard and Hansen searched all the rooms with ease.

There was no one inside, it was empty.

Maybe the owner of the house has run away long ago.

"Let's go through the back door!"

The bearded man was obviously the one in charge, and he gave the order without any explanation.

Hansen took the lead and led the way, looking for a way out the back door.

The back door is not hard to find. Several people quickly found the exit. Hansen stood next to the door and looked around through the small window on the door. He seemed to find nothing unusual, so he reached out to push the door open.

The door had barely been opened two inches when something happened.

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There was a gunshot like popping beans outside the door.

Bullets rained down on the back door.

"Someone! Oh! Damn—"

Hansen screamed and cursed as he backed away.

Next to the back door was the kitchen, and he rolled and fell in.

The bearded man blocked the civil servant behind him and pushed him into a room next to the corridor.

Song Heping hurriedly hid in the dining room next to the kitchen.

The rain of bullets continued, and it felt like the opponent wanted to empty the magazine.

They aimed at the back door and fired intensively. From the direction of the gunshots, they could tell that there was more than one armed man outside.

The warheads passed through the wooden door and hit the walls and ceiling of the house. Some were embedded directly into the wall, and some bounced off and flew around in the corridor. Fine sand and sand particles continued to fall down, and the house was filled with smoke and dust.

Song Heping squatted in the room, complaining in his heart.

It seems that I can't even run away now.

There are people everywhere at the front door. If there are people at the back door, it means that several people are in a desperate situation and are trapped.

"Hansen, are you okay?!"

The bearded man shouted from the room across the hall.

"FK, those idiots hit my leg! I'm trying to stop the bleeding!"

Hansen groaned in the kitchen, and Song Heping could hear him clearly across the wall.

There was also a door in the dining room that led to the kitchen, so Song Heping bent over and moved to the door, stretched his head and took a look into the kitchen.

Hansen was seen leaning against a wall in the kitchen, his hands were covered in blood, and there were large blood stains on his pants.

When Song Heping came in, Hansen instinctively reached for the gun beside him. Seeing that it was Song Heping, he breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand to continue fiddling with his tourniquet.

It was probably troublesome to press the wound and untie the tourniquet, so Hansen called to Song Heping: "Boy, come here and help me."

Song Heping came to squat beside him.

Hansen was already sweating profusely, and the pain made his face look a little ferocious.

"How to help?"

"Help me hold down here...this position...right...oh——"

Hansen was shot about 10 centimeters above his knee. His tactical pants had been cut open, but the wound was so bloody that no wound could be seen.

The first step in dealing with gunshot wounds on the battlefield is to find the wound, which is the bleeding point, and then to stop the bleeding.

But in a situation like Hansen's, it can only be dealt with in an emergency, and it is impossible to carefully handle the gunshot wound. If it can stop the bleeding and ensure that he can see God without losing too much blood, it is a success if he can survive until rescue arrives.

Song Heping pressed down on the area above the wound, where the blood vessels were located. Pressing down could delay the bleeding, allowing Hansen time to apply the tourniquet.

However, when Song Heping applied pressure, Hansen almost fainted from the pain.

"Too heavy?" Song Heping asked quickly: "Should I be lighter?"

"No! I can hold on!" Hansen refused immediately.

Because he was not sure which blood vessel the bullet had broken. If a large blood vessel was really broken and there was not enough pressure to suppress it, it would become a small fountain.

While gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he loosened the tourniquet and wrapped it around his thigh.

There is something special about tying a tourniquet. It must be within about one-third of the proximal heart of the thigh, otherwise the artery cannot be successfully compressed to stop bleeding.

Hansen used a spinning tourniquet. After tightening it on the thigh, he also rotated a small iron rod on it to shrink the tourniquet to the smallest diameter and tightly bind the leg to stop the bleeding. Purpose.

After that, it needs to be loosened for 1-3 minutes every hour or so to prevent limb necrosis.

After finishing tinkering, he took a deep breath, already dripping with sweat, turned his head and said "thank you" to Song Heping.

"You're welcome!" Song Heping couldn't help but ask Hansen: "When will your support arrive?"

Hansen said: "It's very fast. If we hold on for a few minutes at most, they will definitely arrive. They are already on the way."

Hearing what Hansen said, Song Heping felt a little more relaxed.

"Hey, kid, don't stay at the back door. Find a place near the front door to guard it. Leave the back door to me!"

The bearded man was shouting orders again.

Song Heping didn't like Big Beard's commanding tone.

But now we are all in the same boat and can only work together.

Song Heping returned to the original dining room and chose to hide on the wall side of the door. From this angle, he could observe the front hall and the front door through the corridor.

The bearded man was opposite him, also hiding by the wall behind the door of the room.

His position can see both the front and back doors, allowing him to provide front and rear support at any time.

Song Heping also saw the civil servant wearing glasses.

He could almost conclude that this man was not a soldier, and reminded him of the common civilians in the administrative area near the Palace of the Republic in the Green Zone.

The man with glasses was hiding in the back of the room, leaning against a table. His face was pale and he looked very nervous.

There was no movement outside, so the bearded man took the opportunity to ask about Song Heping: "What's your name?"

"Song Heping."

"what?"

"Call me Song."

"funeral?"

"No, it's Song, SONG, Song!"

"SANG?"

After two corrections, Song Heping gave up.

Forget it, let's just "sang", "sang" also has a ruthless meaning, such as "Sang Biao" who often appears in Hong Kong dramas, anyone who can be called this is a ruthless person.

"My name is Thomas." The bearded man introduced himself: "But they all call me 'Jesus'."

After speaking, he reached out and touched his beard, seeming to explain the origin of this nickname to Song Heping.

"Jesus……"

Song Heping felt that this nickname really took advantage of others.

Dare to use this nickname, the bearded man is a cruel person.

"Boss, it's too quiet! I think something is going to happen! Will they..."

Hansen in the kitchen suddenly issued a warning.

Snapped--

However, before he finished speaking, Song Heping heard the sound of glass breaking, and something was smashed into the house.

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